It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m just around the corner of my crush’s house. I have picked a nice dress to wear and I’ve prepared a small box of chocolate for him. I feel excited as I turn the corner slowly and stand in front of his porch. For a few seconds I inhale largely as a I get closer to the house. I ring the bell twice but no one answers. I don’t seem to care and check my time. I decide to wait on the porch. As I sit down, I crush a bug. I try to erase the remnants on my dress. I sit on the porch carefully this time. I take out a mirror to check my teeth and my hair. I spot a little bit of hair spiked out. I decide to do my hair, in horror, right there. I start taking of 10 hair pins out of my hair and check the road occasionally if anyone is passing by. Suddenly it starts to rain but I have no where to go. I run down the front porch and around the corner to head home. Then I see the box of chocolates in my hands and imagine him being delighted when he gets it. So I happily re-approach the porch under the rain. More than anything else, I feel upset that my dress and hair is getting messier. Out of habit when I’m upset, I unconsciously eat one chocolate I made. As soon as I taste it, I realize what I’m doing. I hate myself for eating the chocolate. Worried I quickly close the box of chocolates. But as I hold it up, the box is unbalanced. I reopen the box and see that there are 3 chocolates left. I decide to eat one to balance the weight. Now I’m proud of myself. Bored, I start playing with a water puddle close. I step and splash the water with both of my feet. My dress gets even more ruined. I check the time again, stressed. My stomach growls and signals I’m hungry. I clutch my stomach. The rain has stopped and I sit of the ground. I have a peek at my box. Guiltily I close my eyes and eat one. I taste the flavor of wonder. I look back up and see the person I’ve been waiting for, approaching me. I take the one last chocolate, tidy my hair, and stand up. I give him the one chocolate proudly smiling with excitement.
Loading...